Thankful for Food

One never really know when some simple activity will trigger a “connecting-the-dots” process…
As I finished my morning bowl of oatmeal, the clicking sounds the spoon made while scraping the bowl to get the last morsels prompted an interesting thought/memory. I am glad my parents taught me to “clean my plate”. The way they did this was by having the chore of washing dishes being their children’s responsibility. While I am not certain if they did it intentionally or simply as a convenient division of labor, and not being a parent myself, I have no way of testing the theory. I do know however that it is much easier to wash a plate from which all the food has been eaten than one with scraps still on it. That concept was later reinforced by my first “regular job” out of high school as a dishwasher/busboy in a restaurant. It has led to a life-long aversion to wasting food. Thanks Mom and Dad.